42: Chapter 42 The Dragon Elephant Sacred Body Emerges, the Blood River Netherworld Blade Appears

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar burst from Gu Han's throat, causing the gravel in the entire third level of the dungeon to rain down.

The moment the mummified giant's blood-colored spear touched Gu Han's chest, it was forcefully blocked by those dark golden patterns!

"What?!"

The mummified giant's scarlet expression changed.

"Dragon Elephant Physique?!"

"Impossible."

"A Physique merely imagined by that old bastard of Nine Hells, how could it truly exist?"

Gu Han's consciousness was blurred at this moment, feeling only two forces tearing at each other crazily within his body.

The Nine Hells True Qi was as piercingly cold as ice, yet his Physical Body was scorching like fire; the two collided violently within his Meridians, each clash causing him excruciating pain.

"So what if it really is the Dragon Elephant Physique?"

The mummified giant suddenly sneered, and the five chains flared with blood-colored light.

"A Genius who hasn't grown up is merely better nourishment."

The blood-colored spear struck again, this time aiming straight for Gu Han's glabella!

"Roar!"

An inhuman roar burst from Gu Han's throat, and the Dragon patterns on his right arm suddenly lit up.

He instinctively raised his hand to block, and the dark golden patterns collided with the blood-colored spear, erupting in blinding light.

"Crack!"

A scene that sent chills down the mummified giant's spine appeared.

His blood-colored spear, which was comparable to the Divine Intent level, was actually snapped by Gu Han with his bare hands.

"This is impossible?"

The mummified giant stared at this scene in disbelief.

"Is this Physique truly this Heaven-Defying?"

Before the words had faded, Gu Han had already lunged forward.

At this moment, his eyes were glowing red-gold, his movements were as fast as lightning, and his right fist, covered in Dragon-scale-like patterns, smashed fiercely into the mummified giant's chest.

Unfortunately, even though Gu Han had half-awakened the Dragon Elephant Physique, he could not shake the mummified giant.

"Boom!"

Gu Han's fist, covered in Dragon-scale patterns, struck the mummified giant's chest as if hitting ten-thousand-year-old black iron.

The rebounding force caused the bones of his entire right arm to let out an unbearable "crack" sound.

"Hahaha!"

The mummified giant laughed wildly, his scarlet eyes flashing with a cruel light.

"So what of the Dragon Elephant Physique?"

"With only Primordial Core Realm cultivation, you can't even break through my protective blood aura."

"Too weak, you don't even have the strength to scratch an itch for me."

Immediately, the mummified giant raised a hand, and the five blood-colored chains suddenly wrapped around Gu Han's limbs and neck like poisonous snakes, hoisting Gu Han into the air.

The eerie runes on the chains lit up, and Gu Han immediately felt his life essence being crazily drained.

"Urgh ah..."

Gu Han let out a painful roar, his internal Nine Hells True Qi instinctively resisting this suction force.

The dark golden Dragon patterns and the blood-colored chains intertwined on the surface of his skin, emitting a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

"Eh?"

The mummified giant's face revealed surprise.

"The Nine Hells True Qi can actually resist the blood aura chains."

"Unfortunately, it is too weak."

"It is merely an egg striking a stone."

He suddenly increased the suction, and Gu Han immediately bled from his seven orifices, his consciousness beginning to blur.

Just at this moment of life and death, he dazedly saw a black shadow flash behind the black iron gate.

"Old thing, three hundred years no see, you're still as shameless as ever."

An aged voice suddenly echoed in the stone chamber; the mummified giant's expression changed abruptly, and the blood-colored chains faltered for a moment.

"Who?"

"Playing god, get out here and die!"

As the mummified giant was distracted by the voice, the blood aura chains coiled around Gu Han loosened somewhat.

At the same time, the blood aura chains sliced open Gu Han's skin, and Gu Han's blood dripped down drop by drop.

As Luck would have it, the blood droplets from Gu Han fell right into the center of the whirlpool of blood mist.

"Drip..."

The moment Gu Han's blood fell into the blood mist whirlpool, the entire third level of the dungeon suddenly shook violently.

The blood mist whirlpool suddenly halted, then began to rotate in reverse at ten times the speed.

"What is happening?!"

The mummified giant jerked his head around, his scarlet eyes widening to the size of saucers.

"How did the blood river netherworld blade awaken early?"

"Has it not yet finished refining and absorbing enough blood mist?"

The black iron gate exploded, and an old man with disheveled hair stepped through the air.

Nine pitch-black chains were wrapped around his body, and every step he took triggered a spatial tremor.

Seeing the blood dripping from Gu Han, the old man's turbid eyes suddenly shot out a brilliant light.

"Dragon Elephant Holy Blood?"

"Boom!"

The blood mist whirlpool in the center of the altar suddenly exploded, and the phantom of a broken blood-colored long blade shot into the sky.

The blade was covered in cracks, yet it emanated a fierce aura that caused the heavens and earth to change color.

The blood mist of the entire dungeon surged toward the blade like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

"blood river netherworld blade!"

The mummified giant laughed maniacally.

"It has finally appeared in the world."

Gu Han seized the opportunity to break free from the chains and landed staggeringly.

He discovered with shock that the blood dripping from his wounds had turned into golden threads, creating an eerie resonance with the blood-colored long blade.

The Dragon Elephant power within his body boiled uncontrollably, and the dark golden patterns on his skin became increasingly clear.

The old man watched everything before him and said meaningfully.

"Interesting."

Immediately after.

"Boom!"

The moment the blood mist whirlpool exploded, the entire dungeon shook violently.

Gu Han was blown away by the shockwave, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall, a sweetness rising in his throat, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

That blood traced a gold-red arc in the air and was actually completely absorbed by the phantom of the blood-colored long blade.

Afterward, an altar slowly rose.

A blade was thrust into the altar.

The blade was dark red throughout, covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

A hideous ghost head was embedded at the hilt, and eerie blue flames flickered in its hollow eye sockets.

"Hahaha!"

"Three hundred years of planning, it has finally succeeded."

The mummified giant laughed wildly, the five chains clattering.

"blood river netherworld blade, come to me!"

The blood-colored long blade trembled violently, but it did not fly toward the mummified giant; instead, it tilted toward Gu Han's direction.

"What is going on?"

The mummified giant's expression changed abruptly.

"Why does the artifact spirit not recognize a master?"

"Could it be that the artifact spirit has not yet awakened?"

"If it hasn't awakened, why would it emerge early?"

No one could answer the mummified giant's three consecutive questions.

"Boom!"

A blood-colored blade light shot into the sky, tearing a huge rift in the dungeon's dome.

Even the Blood Sacrifice Grand Array was split in two.

The clouds in the night sky were dyed scarlet, like spilled blood.

The armillary sphere of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau spun crazily, and finally, with a "crack," it split in two.

"Not good."

The head official of the Imperial Astronomical Bureau's expression changed drastically.

"An ancient evil object has emerged from the direction of the dungeon."

"This evil object is devouring the Imperial Dynasty's Luck."

"Report to Your Majesty immediately."

"Suppress it as soon as possible and reclaim the lost Luck."

"Otherwise, the Great Chu Dynasty will fall into complete turmoil, with no chance of returning to prosperity."

Meanwhile, deep within the Great Chu Imperial Palace.

The five-clawed golden dragon Luck coiled above the Hall of Supreme Harmony suddenly let out a painful roar.

Wisps of golden Luck were actually being pulled away by an invisible force, drifting toward the direction of the dungeon.

"Protect the Emperor! Protect the Emperor!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards shouted sharply, and thousands of Imperial Guards surged toward the Emperor's sleeping quarters like a tide.

At this moment, Emperor Yuanwu had already risen, standing by the window with his hands behind his back, looking toward the dungeon with a gloomy gaze.

"Blood God Cult..."

"What audacity."

"To think they would quietly cause such a commotion right under my nose."

"Do they really think I am a ruler of a fallen nation!"

Emperor Yuanwu's anger had reached its peak.

On the third level of the dungeon, the blood river netherworld blade on the altar trembled violently, and viscous blood light seeped from the cracks in the blade.

Gu Han was covered in blood, watching in shock as that demonic blade tilted toward him, as if it were worshipping him.

"Impossible."

The mummified giant's eyes were splitting with rage.

"How could the blood river netherworld blade recognize a Little Beast like you as its master?"

"Could my years of feeding it with life essence not be enough to defeat this Little Beast?"

"blood river netherworld blade, come to me!"